Dark Vengeance Part 1
The
Brethren Series
Book
6
Sara
Reinke
Genre: paranormal/vampire
Publisher: Bloodhorse Press
Date of Publication: 11/2011
ISBN: 9780983216322
ASIN: B006CPC4UQ
Number of pages: 155
Word Count: 62,640
Book Description:
Brandon Noble thinks the worst is
behind him and is ready to begin a new life with the woman he loves. Lina Jones
is more reluctant to let bygones be bygones, but agrees to try for Brandon's
sake. But just as they look forward to a promising future together, new danger
arises -- and Brandon's very nature could threaten to tear them ruthlessly
apart.
Excerpt
Dark
Vengeance Part 1:
Lina had never
seen Brandon so fully enthralled by the bloodlust before—not without him
feeding from her or finding sexual release. It had left him exhausted,
flustered and—she realized suddenly—frightened.
Because he’s
never seen himself like this, either.
“Brandon,” she
whispered, reaching up to press her palm to his cheek. God, he was burning up,
his skin hot like the side of a glassworks furnace. “Feed from me.”
Don’t ask me
that, he gasped, shaking his head. God, Lina, please. I can’t!
“Yes, you can,”
she pleaded. “You have to try. This isn’t working.”
It has to! he
cried. Shaking his head his head to dislodge her hand from his face, he then
seized hold of her, locking his fingers through hers, pinning her hands down
against the bed. You don’t understand, he seethed, his brows furrowed. He
leaned down enough for her to see herself—her sudden, visible alarm—reflected
in the obsidian pools of his eyes. This has to work—it has to. If I bite you
now, I won’t be able to stop. Do you get it? Do you hear me? I won’t be able to
stop myself!
Dark
Vengeance Part 2
The
Brethren Series
Book
8
Sara
Reinke
Genre: paranormal/vampire
Publisher: Bloodhorse Press
Date of Publication: 6/2014
ISBN: 9781311902924
ASIN: pending
Number of pages: 212
Word Count: 130,860
Book Description:
From the beginning, it's been the
two of them: Brandon Noble and Lina Jones, against the world...against all
odds. But in the end, Brandon couldn't resist his true vampire nature, and the
relentless pull of the blood lust drove them apart. Now he's disappeared
without a trace and his life may very well be in danger. Can Lina put aside her
broken heart to help find the man she loves? Or does Brandon's salvation lie in
the hands of the most unlikely hero of all?
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Excerpt
Dark Vengeance Part 2
Brandon lay
spooned against Lina, his chest facing her back, the curves of her body resting
in perfect complement with his own. Her hair, a tousled mess of dark, springy
curls, tickled the underside of his nose. He had his hand draped lightly over
the slim indention of her waist, his fingers loosely twined through hers.
I don’t
understand this—any of it, Brandon thought. But he found he no longer had the
heart to question it. Because this is what I want—you’re what I want, Lina, he
thought, breathing in the scent of her perfume, and kissing her lightly through
her hair. You’re what I need.
Although he was
loath to leave her, he slowly drew free from their embrace and slipped out of
bed. Leaving her curled on her side, her body draped in blankets, he pulled on
a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Grabbing his cell phone, Brandon padded softly
toward the bedroom doorway. Here, he paused, glancing over his shoulder, watching
as she dozed, cat-like and comfortable, in a sunbeam.
God, you’re
beautiful, he thought, the corners of his mouth lifting in a soft smile. I want
this every day, for the rest of my life. I want you.
He wandered
through the chateau, and everything was just as he remembered. It had come
pre-furnished, courtesy of the Morins, but Lina had added her own touches here
and there to the décor: a tabletop sculpture of a moose made from old paint
cans, springs and cogs in the living room bought during an outing to an art
gallery with Tessa; a framed photograph of her and Brandon taken outside one of
the gaudy casino exteriors on the Nevada side of the lake; a bowl of giant
pinecones—each bigger than a softball—she’d collected from the yard outside. He
gazed out the bay windows in the living room and found everything outside just
as he’d known it, too—flawless azure sky, clustered stands of towering
evergreen trees, the distant but distinct cerulean plane of Emerald Bay below.
It was a
beautiful place, a peaceful place, and as it always did, it made Brandon feel
at ease simply to be there, bearing mute witness to its splendor.
He sat down on
the couch and looked down at the cell phone in his hand. Again, it occurred to
him—floating to mind, as if something rancid bobbing briefly to the surface in
a murky pond—that the phone was supposed to be lost.
When Jackson
moved out of his mother’s house in Florida, he thought. His head hurt, a sudden
burst, a throbbing ache just behind his eyes, and with a frown, he pinched the
bridge of his nose. Only I didn’t go to Florida. So I couldn’t have lost my
phone there. Besides… He opened his eyes, blinking down at the iPhone in his
hand. …I have it right here. That’s proof I didn’t lose it.
He opened his
messages as Lina had done, and felt his heart quicken with excitement as he saw
Sebastian’s name and number pop up. If losing his phone had been just a dream,
then…
Then losing my
dad must’ve been one, too, he thought, tapping on the touchscreen keypad, and
typing a message: Hey, Dad—are you busy?
For a long
moment, he couldn’t send the message, even though he knew it was ridiculous to
hesitate. The idea that Sebastian was gone had been so powerful and poignant
within him; to realize now that he wasn’t, that Brandon could have another
chance—countless chances—to talk to him, text him, interact with him was damn
near overwhelming.
But almost as
soon as he pressed send, the phone vibrated in his hand, not because
Sebastian’s response had been so quickly forthcoming, but because a dialogue
box had appeared onscreen: Signal lost. Message not sent. Please try again.
What? With a
frown, Brandon held up the phone: no bars, no signal, no reception. He rose to
his feet and walked closer to the windows, but still had no luck. He moved
around the house, going from room to room; he turned the phone off and on
again, but no matter what he tried, he couldn’t get a transmission signal.
Shrugging on a lightweight jacket, he stepped out onto the deck to see if the
reception was any better. But it wasn’t.
D**n it, Brandon
thought with a deepening frown, as he glared, frustrated, at the impotent phone
in his hand. It had apparently worked last night—there was the conversation
he’d had with his father right there on the screen to prove it. But still, Brandon
had no memory of that conversation, not even the distant, dream-like sort in
which Sebastian had died, or that he had lost his cell phone. That utter lack
of memory did more than trouble Brandon. It pained him.
Because I feel
cheated somehow, he thought, as ridiculous as it sounded. He felt desperate now
to get in touch with Sebastian, to prove to himself that this was reality, and
everything else—all of the half-memories bobbing and percolating in the back of
his mind—were dreams. I want to talk to my dad. Even if it’s only through a
stupid godd**n text, I want to talk to…
All at once,
Brandon’s attention snapped from the phone in his hand to the woods, his brows
narrowing, his entire body growing instantly tense. He could sense another
Brethren, that distinctive, tingling sensation that meant another like him was
nearby. Normally at the Morin compound, this wouldn’t have alarmed him because
the only ones there were Brethren. But in that moment, as he felt that
unmistakable awareness of other Brethren within his proximity, he realized he
hadn’t been feeling it all along as he’d grown accustomed. It was like the
entire area was completely empty, at least of other vampires—until now.
Below him,
through the tangle of trees, Brandon saw him, a Brethren man looking up at the
bungalow—most specifically, at Brandon. His eyes were a clear, nearly lucent
shade of blue, like the waters of Lake Tahoe. He reached for Brandon as if
desperately imploring, his fingers splayed wide, and his arm had been stripped
of any visible flesh, flayed so that the bright red meat of his muscles lay
gruesomely exposed. Blood spattered in fat droplets onto the floor and the
stark white sheets beneath him were stained scarlet.
Please… the man
gasped, and Brandon knew his face, his eyes—his name.
Aaron.
Please… Aaron
begged, his eyes glassy with pain, wide with alarm. Don’t…!
About
the Author:
“Definitely an author to watch.”
That’s how Romantic Times Book Reviews magazine describes Sara Reinke.
New York Times bestselling author
Karen Robards calls Reinke “a new paranormal star” and Love Romances and More
hails her as “a fresh new voice to a genre that has grown stale.”
Dark Thirst and Dark Hunger, the
first two books in The Brethren Series of vampire romance are available from
Kensington/Zebra Books, while the third installment, Dark Passion, is available
from Double Dragon Publishing.
The series continued with Dark
Passages: Tristan & Karen, Dark Passages 2: Pilar & Elías and Dark
Vengeance Parts 1 and 2, from Bloodhorse Press.
Learn more about Sara and her
available titles at www.sarareinke.com
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5 ecopies Dark Vengeance, Part 1
2 ebook sets of the entire The
Brethren Series
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